It was another warm, Summer’s day in a small, provincial town. People were already up and about doing their daily chores and duties. Nothing seemed very special about that day, or out of the ordinary. Nothing was abnormal – or more abnormal than the usual.
The town’s watering hole, owned and managed by a handsome, elligible bachelor named Garçon, was temporarily serving as a social meeting between the manager, his friends, and the three prostitutes who worked for him.
“You know what day it is today, right Garçon ?” Asked his right hand man. No one called him by his real name, just Le Fou. Garçon grinned, knowing exactly what day it was.
“It’s Sunday, fool,” shouted René from the bar.
“I know that, whore,” Le Fou replied. “But it’s not just any Sunday. It’s-”
“Belle’s birthday!” Garçon cheered as he stood from his massive chair.
“Big deal,” said René. “What’s so soecial about this birthday? She has one every year.”
“But today is her eighteenth birthday,” Marie said. “So she is finally elligible for marriage.”
“Her father only said eighteen because he believed you’d lose interest from waiting,” René said.